When dirt becomes a dye no one has to tell a joke people will naturally laugh with the hyenas Howling and hiccuping before they tear into grimly flesh.
They’ll talk to one another in fits and starts. Spotting stains on mopped tiles Their tongue, the hammer of the judge, stripping the “sanitation agencies” off their robe of service.
Their society gradually becomes an appendicitis It's streets drowned in ******* But it won't really bother the people
Until the day the fat maggot chokes on sewage
Then they'll gather together And wonder what just happened